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 The MILF Next Door: Cutting Grass and Fucking Ass



   Autumn gazed up at the display window of the local BUY MORE in rapt
wonder.  Behind the sheet of glass stood two unactivated gynoids.  She
turned to me, her hazel eyes sparkling with an enthusiasm I didn't share.
"Aren't they cool?"

   I rolled my eyes and sighed.  "Yeah, yeah, fembots are so cool."

   She frowned, her expression that of a teacher correcting a particularly
stupid student.  "They're not called fembots, Summer.  The proper term for
them is gynoids."

   "Okay, gynoids," I said.  "Sheesh, who cares anyway?"

   "Do you think Mom would buy one for me?"

   I just stared at her.  "Are you fucking stupid?  Mom isn't going to
shell out that sort of money just so you can have a robot to do your chores
for you."

   "What if it was for both of us?"

   "Hmmppp!" I snorted in derision, sticking my nose in the air.  "What
would I want with a stupid fembot, excuse me, gynoid anyway?"

   Autumn puzzled over that for a moment, absently tugging on her ponytail.
"Well, she could do your chores for you."

   I sneered at her.  "Weak.  The chores aren't that big a deal."

   "She could help with your homework," she said, sounding desperate.

   I looked at her with contempt.  "I'm not the one who needs help with her
homework."

   At first she seemed to be frantically racking her brains but when she
gave me a sly smile I knew she had found what she must have though was a
sure-fire winner.  "You know, all gynoids are anatomically correct."

   I totally missed her point.  "Huh?  What do I care about that?"

   It was her turn to give me the 'you're an idiot' look.  "Think about it,
dummy.  Anatomically correct.  What fun thing do you think you could do
with an anatomically correct gynoid?" She grabbed her crotch for emphasis.
"We could share her.  Half the time she does whatever I want to do and the
other half you could do your nasty shit with her."

   She was right!  I just stared at her in shock.  I never would have
thought she would make such a suggestion.  She really wanted a gynoid. 
Moreover, it was a tempting argument.

   Despite my belief that Mom would cave she had cut me off after The
Incident.  That night, just as I had predicted, at one minute to midnight I
had been balls-deep in Mom's cunt happily pounding away.  We had fucked
until dawn and I dumped enough cum in Mom's pussy to float a small canoe.
But ever since Mom had been true to her word much to my surprise and
dismay. After that, the only thing I got to pound was my fist.

   So, in short, yes, a fuckable fembot sounded really good.  Autumn had
found my weak spot after all.  But there was just one problem.  "No way is
Mom just going give us money to buy a gynoid.  Especially after she just
had a RINNAI tankless water heater installed."

   Autumn gave me a funny look.  "What are you?  An advert?"

   I sighed.  "Don't you remember?  The RINNAI tankless water heater came
with FREE instillation as long as we mention the RINNAI tankless water
heater fifty times to our friends and family?  Well, you're my family.  I
think."

   Comprehension dawned on her face.  "That's right.  I really love taking
showers with our new RINNAI tankless water system.  Now I never have to
worry about running out of hot water!"

   I nodded in complete agreement.  "Not only that but a RINNAI tankless
water heater is much more energy and cost efficient than conventional water
heaters."

   Autumn gave me a curious look.  "So, how many times do we have left?"

   I pulled a scrap of paper and a stubby pencil from my pocket.  "Well, we
had already mentioned the RINNAI tankless water system thirteen times,
so...that makes a total of nineteen now." I made six marks on the paper.

   "So we only have to mention the RINNAI tankless water system thirty one
more times," Autumn said.

   "Now it's only thirty times," I pointed out, making another mark on the
paper.

   "Cool beans," she said.  "C'mon, let's stop over at the SHOP&GO.  I want
to buy a PEPSI ZERO and a CHARLESTON CHEW."

   "Sounds good," I replied as we cut across the vast parking lot.  "I
think I could go for some LAY'S potato chips, HOSTESS ZINGERS and a SNAPPLE
iced tea."

   ***

   As I expected, Mom was less than receptive to our proposal.  "Are you
two insane?  I'm not going to buy a fembot just because you," she glared at
Autumn, "want a robot to do your chores and homework and you," she directed
her wrath at me, "want to get laid."

   As typical for Autumn in situations such as we found ourselves she went
right into her whiny mode.  "But Mom-"

   And as typical, Mom had no patience for it.  "But Mom nothing!  You want
it, get it yourself."

   That flummoxed Autumn and I.  "But you just said we couldn't have one."

   Mom shook her head in denial.  "No I didn't.  I said I wouldn't buy it
for you.  If you really want it so bad then earn the money and buy it
yourself.  Summer vacation is coming up so you'll plenty of free time to
earn money."

   "But how?" I asked.

   "Kids these days, " she said, rolling her eyes toward the ceiling.  "Why
do they have to be so- oh, nevermind.  Look, there's lots you two can do.
Such as mow yards, set up a lemonade stand- hell, there's a garage full of
junk that needs to be gotten rid of, you guys could hold a yard sale."

   Autumn made a moue of disgust.  "That sounds like work."

   Mom fixed her with a flat even stare.  "Yes it does, doesn't it?  But if
you want your toy so bad then you'll earn it.  If not then too bad."

   Autumn gave me a pleading look.

   I returned her look with a shrug.  What was I supposed to do?  Mom had
spoken and clearly had meant every word.  Those times that she put her foot
down her word was absolute law.

   She went from pleading to scowling, her face transforming into a
thunderhead.

   I sighed and threw up my hands.  "Okay, okay, I'll mow yards." I pointed
at Autumn.  "I guess you can do the lemonade stand thing.  I'm a little too
old to be selling lemonade."

   "But I don't know anything about lemonade stands," Autumn protested. 
"Heck, I don't even know how to build a stand or anything.  Besides, nobody
does that kind of crap anymore.  That's so, like, 1950s."

   "Then you won't have to worry about competition, will you?" Mom
retorted.

   Autumn clicked her tongue in annoyance and I grabbed her by the
shoulders and made her look up at me.  "Now listen you, Mom is being more
than fair here.  You're the one who got a wild hair up her ass about
wanting have a gynoid.  But you think you shouldn't have to lift a finger
to see it happen, well that's bullshit."

   She flushed and looked away.  "I don't know how to, okay?  It's not that
I won't, I can't.  Not by myself." The admission must have cost her
something, I could see her eyes were shiny and wet with unshed tears.

   Mom put her hand on top of Autumn's head.  "Honey, you don't have to do
it alone.  Of course your sister and I will help you." She gave me a
significant look.  "Isn't that right, Summer?"

   Of course I nodded, I wasn't about to tell Mom she was wrong.  "Yeah,
don't worry about the stand, I can build that," I said, sounding more
confident that I felt.  "As far as the lemonade, well, how hard is it to
open up a can of COUNTRY TIME lemonade?"

   Autumn shook her head.  "No, it can't be any pre-packaged stuff.  Anyone
can go down to the supermarket and buy a can of COUNTRY TIME lemonade. 
What would they need us for?"

   "She's right," Mom said nodding her head.  "We'll need to make it home
made.  We should bake cookies, brownies and such as well."

   "We could freeze some of the lemonade into freeze pops!" Autumn said. 
"And maybe we can make RICE KRISPIES treats as well.  Heck, I can make
those all by myself."

   Mom smiled at Autumn's sudden enthusiasm.  "Now that's using your
noggin, Pumpkin." She turned to me.  "So, do you really think you can build
a stand for your sister?"

   "Sure," I said, putting my hands on my hips and striking a pose much
more confident than I actually felt.  "How hard can it be?"

   ***

   Damn hard as it turned out.  Our garage had a little work shop stocked
plenty of tools and several power tools including a BOSCH circular saw,
PORTER-CABLE drill press and GRIZZLY table top belt sander.  Along with the
small work shop there was a sizeable pile of lumber and scraps.  Easily
enough lumber to build a lemonade stand for my sister.

   I made a quick mental list of everything I thought I'd need and then
cracked my knuckles.  "Okay, let's get to work," I muttered myself.

   Twelve hours later I finally had a serviceable lemonade stand. 
Scattered around the back yard were the remains of three previous attempts
that hadn't proved so serviceable.

   Shortly after I was finally finished Mom and Autumn came out.  Mom
carried a pitcher of what had to be lemonade and Autumn carried a tray
holding several paper cups and a plate full of RICE KRISPIES treats.

   "So you are done," Mom said.  "All the hammering and cursing died off so
we figured you must have finished." She looked the stand over.  "Not bad."

   "What the hell is all that?" Autumn asked, pointing to the piles of my
unsuccessful attempts.

   "Well, the first stand I built sank into the swamp.  So, I built a
second one.  It sank into the swamp.  So, I built a third one.  It burned
down, fell over and sank into the swamp, but the fourth one...stayed up!"

   She gave me a quizzical look.  "Did you just quote a movie?"

   "Maybe," I replied.

   "Summer, I know you're tired and you did a lot of work today but you
need to clean up the yard once we're done here, " Mom said.

   I groaned and sat down on one of the stool in the work shop accepting a
glass of lemonade from Mom.  "Can I do it tomorrow?  I'm just dead tired
right now."

   "Okay, tomorrow then," Mom agreed.  "But if you forget you'll get a boot
up your backside."

   Autumn directed a smirk at me as she selected a RICE KRISPIES treat. 
"Be careful, she's got a pretty big backside.  It might get lost up in
there."

   ***

   Finding customers was easier than I had expected.  I plastered the area
with homemade adverts and pinned notices to the bulletin boards in the
local supermarket, laundromat, and even at the post office.  Autumn helped
out too.  Her stand turned out to be quite popular and she made sure to
tell her customers about her awesome older sister.

   Although she probably didn't use the word 'awesome'.  At any rate, I had
plenty of customers.

   Perhaps my favorite customer was the lady next door.  Being next door
made a quick easy trip which was a bonus.  Some customers were as much as a
fifteen minute trip which made turn-around time a big hassle.  Mom did her
best to plan my days to choose the most efficient route and schedule as
possible, she's pretty good like that.  But even still, some customers were
just a hassle to get to.

   But not the lady next door, Mrs.  Henderson.  She's great.  She's always
friendly and during the summer she would often invite me into her house for
something cold to drink and to talk.  Being divorced with her children
already left for college I think she was just lonely and wanted to talk to
someone, even if it was the punk kid next door.

   I unlatched the front gate to her property, swinging it wide open before
pulling the trundle cart into her yard.  I shut the gate behind me, making
sure that it latched securely before pulling my little cart into her
backyard.

   Her yard isn't particularly big, I can easily mow the whole thing in
less than fifteen minutes with my TORO push mower.  Weed whacking the edges
and trimming her one hedge along the front takes about another fifteen
minutes.  For that she's willing to pay twenty dollars.  Not bad for a
half-hour scut work I think.

   I pulled cart behind the house and parked it on the patio where I found
Mrs.  Henderson already lounging in her HOMCOM ZERO GRAVITY recliner chair.
She appeared to be ready for a day sitting around in the sun with her
bikini top and a pair of cut-offs a bit too short to be considered Daisy
Dukes.  Next to her chair she had a tall glass of iced tea.

   "Goodmorningsummer," she said, giving me a bit of a lop-sided grin
before taking long swig from the glass, slamming it back on the table when
she had enough.  "Sho, Isheeyougotyervariousimplemenempts- er,
umplomonts-shit!  TOOLofdistraction." I was pretty sure she had spiked her
iced tea with something potent but that wasn't any of my business.

   I was surprised at the early morning drunkenness but maybe living in the
house alone was getting to her.  It wasn't my place to judge how others
dealt with life.  Besides, I had a schedule to keep.

   "Um, Mrs.  Henderson, do you mind if I take off my...you know," I said,
grabbing the front of my t-shirt and tugging on it.  "It's really sunny
today and I don't want tan lines if I can help it."

   "Ohshoor, shoor," she said, waving her hand.  "Takeitoff, takeitalloff.
Ain'tnobodygonnaseeya." She waved her hand around to indicate the tall
privacy fence that surrounded the property.

   I took off my t-shirt, revealing my bikini top and hung the shirt on the
side of the cart.

   Mrs.  Henderson pointed at my top.  "All!"

   I gave her a helpless look.  "But..."

   She bent forward, reached behind her back and undid her top, dropping it
next to her reclining chair.  Sitting back she gave me a significant if
drunken glare.

   I shrugged and undid my own bikini top, placing it next my t-shirt.  I
couldn't help but check out Mrs.  Henderson's tits.  They were full and a
just a bit droopy, rather like the rest of her.  She was still an
attractive lady despite letting herself slowly go to pot.  She wasn't on
Mom's level but she was still fuckable.

   I mentally kicked myself.  I was there to work, not fantasize about Mrs.
Henderson's cunt.  I had to force myself to turn away from her and retrieve
the mower from my trundle cart, lowering the back gate to the ground to
form a ramp before pulling mower out and down the ramp.

   As I mowed the yard Mrs.  Henderson seemed content to watch me work and
as I circled the yard I got an eyefull of her boobs with each pass.  By the
time I was nearly halfway through mowing I was sporting a semi hard-on.  I
was a bit worried about her reaction but as drunk as she seemed to be I
wondered if she would even notice.

   I was so worried about whether she had seen my cock I never even noticed
that while I was mowing her lawn Mrs.  Henderson had stripped out of her
cut-offs.  After I finished mowing I pushed the mower back into my
trundle-cart.  As I pulled the BLACK&DECKER weedwacker out of the cart I
happened to glance over at the patio and got an eyeful.  Mrs.  Henderson
was bare-ass naked!  And it also looked like she had passed out.

   I couldn't stop myself.  It was like someone else was controlling my
body.  I walked, no, I shambled over to the patio until I was standing
right next to her HOMCOM ZERO GRAVITY recliner.  Mrs.  Henderson had fallen
asleep with her head tilted to the side and I had the thought that she
would probably have a stiff neck later.  As opposed to me having a stiff
cock at that very moment.  Her mouth was slack and a string of drool fell
from the corner of her mouth down to her left boob.  But the real object of
my interest lay between her open legs.  I licked my lips as I stared at the
fat lips of her cunt.

   I really, really wanted to jam it in.  I was so fucking horny that my
cock was bouncing up and down as if jumping in outrage at being denied the
warm wet fuckhole it wanted so badly.

   It was with a supreme effort of will that I tore myself away from Mrs.
Henderson and took care of the edge of the lawn.  When I got done with the
weedwacking and trimmed the hedge I returned to the back yard to find that
Mrs.  Henderson had woke up and pulled her cut-offs back on.  I was
relieved and yet very disappointed at the same time.

   "Goodwork." she said.  "Lemmegetyermoney." After a brief struggle she
pulled some bills from the pocket of her shorts.  "Hereygo." She reached
out to hand me the small wad of bills but bumped her hand into my dick.

   I froze like a deer in the headlights.  The accidental contact had felt
so good.  Right at that moment I just wanted her to wrap her fingers around
my cock.  Instead, after several long moments I took the bills from her
fingers, counted out twenty dollars and handed the rest back.

   "Thanks, Mrs.  Henderson.  I-I gotta go now.  I have lots of other
customers to take care of." I hurriedly put my bikini top back on and then
shrugged into my t-shirt.

   When I left she was sucking down another of her ice teas.

   ***

   The rest of the day I struggled to keep my cock from sticking out like a
flagpole in my shorts with varying degrees of success.  However, it was at
Ms.  Lee's house I suffered my most embarrassing wardrobe malfunction.

   I had taken of my t-shirt with her permission and mowed the lawn in my
bikini top.  As I made circuit after circuit around the yard I could feel
her eyes on me as she watched from the deck attached to the rear of her
house.  As I passed the deck the mower picked up a rock and with a loud
CLANG!  sent it flying.  Much faster than I could possibly react the rock
bounced off the side of the deck and struck me in the leg.

   I cried out in surprise, the pain itself wasn't that bad.  However, when
I looked down at the spot where I had been hit I saw blood oozing from a
long gash.

   Ms.  Lee scrambled down the steps from the deck and bent down to examine
the cut.  "Summer, are you okay?"

   "Yeah, I'm fine, Ms.  Lee," I said.  "Not a big deal at all.  Hardly
more than a scratch."

   She stood up.  "Well, we should clean it and tape some gauze over it
just to make sure it doesn't get infected." She led me up to the deck and
made me sit down.  "Hold on for a minute and I'll be right back." She
disappeared into the house.

   When she returned she had a first aid kit with her.  She pulled up a
chair next to mine and sat down.  "Okay, put your foot in my lap."

   I did as I was told and I watched as she cleaned the blood from the cut
and from it had dripped down to my sock.  After she was satisfied she had
cleaned the cut thoroughly she smeared some anti-biotic ointment on the cut
and covered it with gauze.

   I watched her as she worked.  Ms.  Lee was slim and very pretty.  She
had very dark hair cut in a short bob that hung down even with her jaw
line. Her eyes were slightly slanted and a beautiful warm brown and when
she looked up into my eyes I felt butterflies in my stomach.

   When she was done she looked at my leg and frowned.  "Your sock is all
bloody."

   "It's alright," I said.  "A little blood won't hurt anything."

   Ms.  Lee shook her head.  "No, that won't do at all.  Now just wait
here, I'll be back."

   She picked up the first aid kit and went back into the house.  When she
came back out as promised she had a pair of socks.  She pulled my feet back
into her lap and pulled off my sneakers and socks, dropping them to the
floor of the deck.

   "You have nice feet," she said as she ran a finger over the tips of my
toes.  "Very cute toes." She laughed at the doubtful look I gave her. 
"Well, it's true."

   "No one has ever said that before," I said.  "I guess it just sounds
sort of weird."

   "Maybe you just haven't met anyone who appreciates beautiful feet
before," she said, running her hand over my calf.

   I licked my lips.  Her hand on my leg was turning me on.  Suddenly, my
heart was racing and my cock was growing.  I tried willing my cock to go
back down but it refused to listen, instead growing thicker, longer and
harder.

   Oblivious to my silent panic Ms.  Lee continued stroking my leg.  "You
have great skin too.  So smooth.  And I love the contrast betwe-" When she
suddenly stopped talking I looked up.  Her eyes were locked onto the bulge
in my shorts.  "Ah, yes, well, we can save this conversation for another
time I think." She pulled the clean sock over my feet and picked my
sneakers and put them back on for me.

   "Yeah, I need to finish with your yard," I said, pulling my feet out of
her lap.  "I really shou-" As I started to stand something horrible
happened.  Thanks to my position in the chair my cock had been pushed to
the side.  When I went to stand up the end of my cock poked out under the
leg of my shorts.  As I stood it straightened and popped up under the hem
of my shorts and then stood straight up, lifting the leg of my shorts.

   My cock was sticking straight up out of my shorts and Ms.  Lee could see
the whole thing!  "Ms.  Lee, I am so sor-"

   She was fast!  One hand she put over my mouth and shut me up while she
grabbed my cock with her other hand and stuffed my cock back into my
shorts. She gave it a quick squeeze before pulling her hand away.

   We both quickly scanned the area to make sure no had seen what had
happened.  "Well, I really should get back to work," I said after I waited
for my heart to stop trying to pound its way out of my chest.  "Still have
more yards to get to after this."

   I made quick work of the rest of yard even though I was hard as a rock.
I could feel where her hand had briefly gripped my cock.  It was both a
delicious and yet extremely frustrating sensation.

   When I finished Ms.  Lee was waiting on the deck for me.  "Here you
are," she said, handing me a thin batch of bills.

   I looked at the money and then back up to her.  "But this is more than
we agreed on."

   "Consider it a tip for today's entertainment," she said.

   "But-"

   She silenced me by putting a finger to my lips.  "We can talk about
butts the next time you come to take care of the yard.  Now the next time
you're here I'll have some extra work for you.  Is that okay?"

   I nodded, extra work meant extra pay.  I was way okay with that.  "How
long do you think it will take?  I have to make sure not to overbook that
day."

   "I think two hours should do it," she said, tapping a her forefinger
against her chin.  "Well, make it two-and-a-half just to be safe."

   "Okay, sounds good," I said.

   "You don't mind doing some inside work, do you?"

   I had no clue what she was talking about.  "Inside work?"

   "Yes, inside the house and uh, other places," Ms.  Lee said.  "I promise
you'll be well rewarded." She glanced down at my crotch.  "Yes, very well
rewarded."

   As I packed up my gear all I could think about was Ms.  Lee's request.
Did she just offer to pay me to fuck her?  I kept on coming up with the
same answer: yes.  I was basically going to be her hooker.  Somehow the
prospect didn't bother me at all.  Well, it did bother me in the fact that
I had an incredible hard-on.  A hard-on that persisted long after I loaded
up the trundle cart, waved goodbye to Ms.  Lee and left.

   ***

   The whole day had continued pretty much in the vein.  It was the most
incredible cock tease of a day ever.  By the time I finished the last yard
of the day I was almost ready to fuck knotholes.  All I wanted was to get
home, take a long hot shower and shoot a load down the drain.  I was so
fucking horny that I knew it would only take a few strokes to get me off.

   I had to grin though when I thought of all the money I had made.  Sure I
had dealt with a lot of cock-teases the whole day but most of them had
given me a tip.  I looked down at the tent in my shorts.  Two tips really.

   As I neared my house I saw Mrs.  Henderson standing outside her gate. 
When she spotted me she smiled and waved.  "Summer, could I talk to you a
minute?" she asked once I was in earshot.

   I stifled a sigh, I just wanted to get home and take care of certain
needs.  I sure as shit didn't feel up to another round of 'Tease the Fuck
Out of Summer's Cock' with her.  "Sure thing," I said, plastering what I
hoped was a convincing smile on my face.

   "C'mon in," she said, leading me into her yard.  "I'm sorry about this
morning, I didn't mean to get so drunk."

   "No problem, I figured you were just, y'know, relaxing or whatever."

   She laughed at that.  "Yeah, relaxing.  Sure.  Anyway, I just want to
ask about some flowers.  I was thinking about putting some planters around
the yard."

   "Sure, I can do that," I said, hoping that she'd let me leave soon so I
could go home and take care of my urgent problem.  At that point I would
have agreed to cut down the mightiest tree in the forest with a herring if
it would have let get me home quicker.

   "Good, good, glad to hear it," she said as she opened the side door to
her house and led me inside before slamming the door back shut and locking
it.

   "Mrs.  Henderson?" I said.  "The flowers?"

   "Fuck the flowers," she snarled.  "I couldn't give a flying fuck about
FUCKING FLOWERS!"

   I took a step back, she was scaring me a bit.  Maybe the alcohol in the
morning had snapped her mind somehow.  "Mrs.  Henderson, are you alright?"

   "Alright?  Alright?" She glowered at me and I shrank back from her. 
"No, I am not fucking alright!" She stomped towards me and I backed up
until I bumped into the refrigerator.  She stopped only once she was in my
face.  "No, I am not alright, you little cunt-tease!"

   I was confused.  "Cunt-tease?"

   "Yes, you were teasing me with that big delicious cock of yours the
whole time you were here this morning."

   I just goggled at her.  Me teasing her?  I couldn't have been more
stunned if aliens landed in her yard and abducted us.  "But-"

   "Every time you come over you always have as fat hard-on in your shorts
but then you never even try to touch me.  Then this morning I even drank a
bunch of Long Island Ice Teas to work up my courage but you still didn't
touch me.  Am I too fat?  Am I too old?  Is that it?  Too ugly?  What?"

   By the time she finally ran out of words her chest was heaving and she
was gasping for breath.  Her face was a mix of emotions I understood very,
very well.  Loneliness, fear, hope, anger; all in one big tangled up mess.

   For a moment I wondered if fucking her was really a good idea.  But I
was too hard and too horny to turn down the offer of pussy.  "Living room."

   It was Mrs.  Henderson's turn to be confused.  "Huh?"

   "Living room," I said firmly.  "You wanna get laid?  Well, I'm gonna
fuck the fucking fuck out of you.  Now, living room."

   She was visibly taken aback.  I had always been very polite and
friendly, no doubt she thought of me as a sweet young kid who just happened
to have a hard cock.  The forceful crude me was new to her but I had enough
teasing to last me for a very long time.  At that moment it was time to
fuck, politeness be damned.

   She didn't protest as I guided her from the kitchen to the living room
though.  She watched intently as I stripped out of my clothes.  Once I was
naked she only had eyes for my cock but still she didn't move.

   Quickly growing tired of watching her stare at my cock I closed the
distance between us and grabbed her tits.  She still had on the same bikini
top and I pulled the top up until her boobs popped free.  I took them into
my hands, squeezing and pulling on the nipples.

   "Oh yeah, that's it," she sighed.  "Suck on them."

   I complied, lifting a tit to my mouth and closing my lips over the stiff
fat nipple.  She trembled and moaned as I chewed on her nipple, rolling it
between my teeth.  I turned my attention to her other boob, capturing the
nipple with my teeth and gently tugging while mauling the abandoned boob
with my hand.

   I made love to her tits until she had enough.  "Okay, you can stop now,"
she said, pushing me away.  "My legs feel a bit shaky."

   "Turn around and put your hands on the couch's armrest," I said.  When
she complied I grabbed her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles.  I
stood back up and got an eyeful of her backside.  Mrs.  Henderson had a
very large round ass and a very deep dark asscrack.  There was no way I
could resist gripping her ass with both hands.  I stopped to admire the
contrast between my hands and the pale flesh of her hands.  I was fairly
swarthy normally but in summer I got really dark.

   "What are you doing back there?" she asked, snapping me out of my
inspection.

   "Sorry," I mumbled.  I gripped her hips and lined myself up.  The head
of my cock was wet with pre-cum and I knew that I should slip in easily. 
My first jab missed the mark and we both grunted in frustration.  My second
attempt fared better and the slick head of my cock found her wet hole.

   Our sighs mingled as I slid into her.  She wasn't as tight as Mom but
she was still snug enough to feel wonderful.  And she was wet, very wet and
warm.  I gripped her hips and pushed myself in up to the root of my cock.
"Fuck, that is awesome."

   I quickly found out how delightful fucking from behind is.  On each
thrust her fat ass slapped up against my hips and her ass cheeks jiggled
upon impact.  My eyes were glued to her ass cheeks as they bounced each
time I slammed my cock into her cunt.  There is no better sight or feeling
than a full round ass rebounding off your hips while fucking a sopping wet
pussy.

   She loved it.  "Oh shit, it's been so long!  Fuck me, yeah!"

   And I did for as long as I could.  Having spent the entire day on edge I
knew it I wouldn't last too long.  Each thrust brought me closer to the
edge until I couldn't hold it any longer.

   I grabbed her shoulders and bent over her until I was snug up against
her, my tits pressing into her back.  I leaned my head forward and bit her
ear as my body trembled, my thrusts into her pussy going erratic as I
neared the end.

   With one last massive push I hilted myself deep into her body, spasming
as I unloaded into Mrs.  Henderson's cunt.  I closed my eyes tight as again
I experienced that delicious feeling of being squeezed and squirting inside
a soft warm body.

   Mrs.  Henderson shook, sobbing, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," over and over again
until I was spent.

   I was still breathing like a bellows when I pulled out, cum dripping
from the end of my cock.  "Fuck, that was good," I groaned and collapsed
onto the couch.

   "Really good," Mrs.  Henderson agreed, plopping down on the couch next
to me.  "Fuck, it had been so long I almost forgot what it was like to get
laid."

   "So this is what you wanted?" I asked.

   "Mmm hmmm," she replied, almost purring.  "Y'know, I had this planned
out.  Well, sort of.  Not exactly really but it did end up going like I had
hoped but I keep thinking I forgot something."

   "Guess it couldn't be too important if you can't remember." I reached
over to play with her tits.

   She sighed as I ran my fingertips over her boobs, occasionally teasing
her nipples into stiffness.  "Yeah, guess it's not important, whatever it
is."

   We sat there for some time, lazily enjoying each other's bodies when I
happened to spy something sitting on the end table next to the lamp. 
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to the small foil packet.

   Mrs.  Henderson looked over and sucked in a sharp breath when she saw
what I was pointing at.  I instantly realized exactly what it was and we
turned to each other.  I imagine my face was an exact mirror of the look of
alarm plastered on hers.
   "Oh shit!"